“Hmm, no, but he will be staying with us for a little while,” said Owen.THE SCARBOROUGH dinner club was an upscale steak house that catered only t... the well dressed and the well-heeled; homeless riff-raff need not apply. I was okay dressed, and yes I was wearing a tie as I had been advised to do by Abigail, but the well-heeled part was gonna be somebody else’s worry; it sure as hell wasn’t going to be mine.I don’t think my ex-wife had a clue as to how taking us to a place like the Scarborough. I licked just beside the cunt and then above her cunt teasing her and feeling her skin and tasting it. I was madly in love with her body.Then few minutes of teasing she begged me to have my cock inside her and then I positioned myself to enter my queen’s cunt. I rubbed first, then smeared the juices on my cock and then entered her slowly. She moaned loudly and I was grunting too, it was indeed heaven. I fucked her, in that position looking at her as her legs surrounded my waist. The slapping. Her wrist cuffs were locked together anddrawn up her back by a short chain to her collar. Nadia winced but did notmake a noise while her hair was yanked and twisted into a tight ponytail onthe top of her head. Something hard was being pulled tightly around her waist. Nadia tried to lookdown and caught a glimpse of a curved metal strap. It squeezed shut with aharsh click and hurt her belly. When she felt a hard object being pushed betweenher knees, she began to struggle again. The men were. When I got married I wasn't yet eighteen."That hit me like a bombshell."You're married?" I asked."I'm a widow. Billy, my husband, died more than a year ago."I told her how sorry I was to hear about her loss."You probably wonder why I got married so young. No, it wasn't an unexpected pregnancy. We were infatuated with each other. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were constantly rolling around on some bed. Quite often we didn't make it to the nearest bed, so strong was our passion..